Mrs. Brewster had a rooster, And his name was Mr. B... Together they lived in a mansion-house That overlooked the sea...
The living was good, as all things should, According to a master plan... But then came fright, on a fateful night, When Mr. B was caught with Housekeeper Ann...
Mrs. Brewster, now scorned by the rooster, Turned on the fireplace gas... At the stroke of midnight, she then struck a light, And into history, this tragedy has passed...
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